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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FAREWELL
DEBJANI Gratitude! Oh, forget! I shall not mind! Perish my ‘ service’! Did I look to find Punctual return, a gift to answer debt? But lives no happy memory with you yet? If ever rang, on any of your days, Within, without, a joyful strain of praise; If ever, as the hour of dusk descended On Benumati’s brink, and study ended, You felt, amid the flowery copse alone, Your being tremble with a thrill unknown ; If from the blossoming grove ev’n to the sky Of twilight swelled your heart’s excite- ment high, Like a flower-fragrance poured, that happy mood Remember! Never, talk of gratitude |
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